Thursday, May 28, 2009

If I Were A One Legged Pirate

If I were a one-legged pirateGa-lumping around on a peg,I'd flourish my pistol and fire it;Then, sure as my right wooden leg,I'd buy me a three-decker galleonWith cannon to port and to lee,And wearing the king's medallion,I'd head for a tropical sea!Roaring a rough Ha-ha! Ha-ho!Roving the routes of old,Over the billows we would goSweeping the seas for gold!Plying the laneOf the Spanish MainFor Gold!Gold!Gold!

If I were a one-legged pirateGa-lumping around after loot,I'd flourish my pistol and fire it;Then, sure as my red leather boot,I'd buy me a three decker galleonWith cannon to thunder a mile,And bucking the sea like a stallion,I'd head for a tropical Isle!Roaring a rough Ha-ha! Ha-ho!Chanting a chantey bold,Over the billows we would blow,Sweepint the seas for gold!Plying the laneOf the Spanish MainFor Gold!Gold!Gold!

But since I was not born a pirateGa-lumping around on a stick;And since my toy gun when I fire itGives out but a little toy click;Pretending my boat is a galleon,My pond is a tropical sea,I'll play I'm an old rapscallion,But really I won't hurt a flea.Roaring my small Ha-ha! Ha-ho!Saying I'm someone bold,Over the duck pond I will goRoving the routes of old;Plying the pondAnd the stream beyondFor Gold!Gold!Gold!